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You don’t want to meet the new boy in town.

Jazz Fest has graciously occupied all extraneous space in our lives over the past two weeks, allowing only minimal time for me to feed my inner-epidemiologist with all of the emerging news related to H1N1 flu.  In the mean time, New Orleans has come into the flu pandemic fold with an 8-year old testing positive for H1N1 at a local elementary school. That school has voluntarily decided to shut down for a few days for thorough cleaning and for good reason. Because it’s the smart thing to do, and by relation, I believe the right thing to do.

One confirmed case triggering a three-day school closure does not suggest panic, imminent doom, or apocalypse.  Some may wonder, then, that if there were more confirmed cases, would it be reason for us to panic?  Well, no. There is never a time to panic.

It is, however, a good time to gather up a few smarts.

The mis-information is all over the place, and the backlash from the efforts of public health authorities to minimize disease is complaint topic du jour. I don’t profess to be a flu researcher or an expert on pandemic disease, but I am a public health professional and I get the basics.

Here is what I can do:

– clarify what pandemic is

– explain why flu is a big deal, and

– provide some background to why things like school closures are important.

The term pandemic describes spread of disease and has nothing to do with severity. Stages of a pandemic tell us where we are in our planning and preparedness – issues like whether we have time to stockpile vaccine (if one is available), if we should consider quarantine, or knowing whether the illness has run it’s course or if the number of new cases are expected to accelerate. So when WHO or the CDC declares a pandemic, they are saying that a new illness has spread across continents. The stages tell us where we should be in our mitigation strategies.

Understanding why flu is a big deal is a bit more complicated. We are all very familiar with seasonal flu. Seasonal flu is threat to individuals with low immunity – particularly young children and the elderly. Our immune systems are building until about age 20 and then begin to develop weaknesses at around age 40. The seasonal flu takes advantage of the developing or weakening immune systems to cause illness. When people die of influenza, the most common reason is actually bacterial: influenza weakens the system and an opportunistic bacteria takes hold. Deaths from pneumonia are therefore sometimes understood as deaths attributed to seasonal influenza. In general, we expect roughly 36,000-40,000 Americans to die each year of seasonal influenza. The exact numbers are a little shaky because every person who dies each year isn’t tested for influenza; causes of death are not so cut and dry. Death certificates reflect this by allowing for a list of factors that lead to death.

Seasonal flu is somewhat predictable in pattern. It worsens in the winter months and is of a repetitive strain of flu that has already been through a population, meaning that there will already be some type of natural immunity. Flu vaccines are made from the best predictions of the type of mutations and strains that will be seen over a flu season. A pandemic flu is one that has not previously been seen and therefore, the population has no naturally immunity (usually this implies a direct animal-to-human transfer).

H1N1 is alarming to the health community because it’s never been seen in this particular genetic composition before.  What was surprising about this particular strain is it’s composition: it holds genes from human, avian, and swine flu viruses. Further, it showed the ability to spread human-to-human through causal contact. Thankfully, the strain is not virulent. However, with each new host (whether mammal or avian) the virus gets another opportunity to mutate.

Mutation is what makes flu such a big deal.  It means that it can change over and over again, keeping whatever characteristics are the most effective at being spread over large numbers of hosts.

The influenza pandemic of 1918 killed more people in less time than any other disease before or since.  The 1918 flu was swift and vicious. It claimed the healthiest of people (mortality in the 20-40 age group far exceeded that of other groups who would typically been seen as the most vulnerable) and took them within days, killing them through suffocation as they bled into their lungs. The reports from survivors are gruesome.  The trauma of the event is blamed to be the reason we know so little about it now: because the survivors simply had to force themselves to forget it in order to function. Current estimates are that 50-100 million people died in the pandemic. In the United States, 28% of the population is estimated to have been ill with 500,000 to 675,000 people dying.

Until 2005, we didn’t know what type of virus was contained in the 1918 flu. Now we know it was H1N1 and that it was avian in it’s source. Scientists believe that the 1918 flu struck after several seasons of related flu – flu of the same type that simply needed a few years of mutation in order to acquire the gene characteristics for it cause a pandemic.

Unlike bacteria, viruses are not alive. They are strands of DNA and RNA encased in protective shells that require live cell hosts. Most viruses have a consistent shape, but flu can exist in many shapes. One characteristic shared by all flu viruses are little spears that come up from the surface of the protective shell. There are two type of spears. One is protein called hemagglutinin and the other is an enzyme called neuraminidase. We know of 16 varieties of hemagglutinin and 9 of neuraminidase, and these are how influenza strains are identified… as H1 to H16 and N1 to N9. Until 1997, it was believed that only H1, H2, and H3 could infect humans.

In 1997, children in China who had contact with birds died from flu that was identified at H5N1. Birds all over Asian were culled in an effort to halt bird-to-human spread of disease. Human-to-human spread was very limited, happening only in situations between individuals with direct, care-giving contact. In other words, the virus (while virulent) had not acquired the ability to spread easily and has thus far been containable.

We know that the flu of 1918 and H5N1 have some similar characteristics.  They are both avian viruses, for one.  But the most striking is that they work by turning the immune system against the host provider, causing an inflammatory response.  Hence why they are so efficient in destroying the internal organs of otherwise perfectly healthy people in the prime of life.   However, here is one important difference: as devastating as the 1918 pandemic was, the case fatality rate was thought to be about 5%.  The outbreaks of H5N1 have had case fatality rates of over 50%.  Not even the worst outbreaks of Ebola (at 40% case fatality) can match that terrifying level.

The question that keeps health scientists up at night is when and where H5N1 is going to mix with other strains of flu… ones that have the qualities of being spread through causal contact.  It’s not IF it does this.  It’s WHEN.

So. Back to our current H1N1. The good news is that it doesn’t seem to be particularly virulent. But how virulent would a flu have to be in order to cripple the medical infrastructure of a community? In a city like New Orleans, with a scarcity of hospital beds, a widespread case of mild flu over that of the expected seasonal flu disease burden could easily become a disaster.  One of the best ways we know to prevent the spread of disease is to limit opportunities for contact — especially within schools.  Particularly in the early days of an outbreak, when we are still trying to understand the etiology of a disease, closing a school due to a confirmed case of the new flu type is a good idea.

It doesn’t mean that anyone is panicking. It doesn’t mean that the health department is going overboard. It means that people are paying attention and acting accordingly.

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Photohunt: Purple

Purple has been a big color in the Internets this week.  First, twitter pages started going purple in honor of little Madeline Spohr.  Then in dual purpose of supporting another tragedy with the loss of baby Thalon.

Like so many others, I have spent time and tears this week lurking in the unexplainable, unimaginable loss of a child. I remember the losses of children within my own family and friends and it makes me appreciate the internet a little more… that we can share and educate and act.

These pictures of Kate, wearing purple, seemed an appropriate fit to this week’s theme.

I’m hugging my kids extra tightly. I feel very, very lucky.

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Where I ponder Charity.

Right after All Things Considered, just moments before the classical hour begins, our local public radio station has the owner of a consulting firm give advice in minute’s time.  They call it “The Louisiana Rebuilds Minute.”  We call it “The WWOZ Minute.”  (A friend coined the term, meaning that this is when he switches the radio to the local music station for that minute).

The idea of the Minute is that the people of Southeast Louisiana are too stupid to realize that it just takes a web search to find the answers to all problems related to an unprecedented rebuilding of an American city.  Since we’re too idiotic to figure it out, The Minute does it for us.  Paul and I have been joking for years that we would make a “Louisiana Rebuilds Minute” Generator — you just add in a common post-Katrina problem, throw in some patronizing ‘pull yerself up from yer bootstraps’ talk, and suggest that one consulting firm’s website has alllll the answers.  Insert those few tidbits, press enter, and BOOM, you’ve got your manufactured minute.

The point that The Minute doesn’t get is that JUST BECAUSE there is one organization out there with funds to build playgrounds, doesn’t mean that every school that needs one and applies will get it.  JUST BECAUSE one bus is available to a few folks who have the magic combination of ills and scripts to qualify for reduced medicines doesn’t mean that everyone who needs meds can get them.  And JUST BECAUSE The Road Home offered funds to some families doesn’t mean they have all that they need to rebuild their homes and lives.  Just because there are programs and grants and applications and dollars out there doesn’t mean that they are thought through, that they are honest, that they actual reach the people that they are meant to reach, and that they make any impact at all in the outcomes of our daily lives.

It is easy to get mislead.

It is easy to think that ideas are either good or bad.

I’m not so sure.  If I have learned anything from being a part of New Orleans’ recovery, it is that EVERYTHING is mired in thick, silty gray.

And in the middle of all that mess sits Charity Hospital.

One of the big discussions flying around Southeast Louisiana surrounds Charity Hospital.  Until Katrina, Charity was the second largest hospital in the country and one of the oldest continuously operating hospitals in the world.  It was the primary source for health care for many of New Orleans’ poor.  Actually, considering that many of Charity’s former patients have not seen a physician since Katrina, technically, Charity is still their source for health care… it’s just not open for them to receive it.

In fall 2007, Jim Aiken, the LSU University Hospital Chief of Emergency Medicine who worked the Emergency Department through Katrina and the aftermath, came to a class I was assistant teaching.  His fascinating lecture included discussion of Charity’s pre-storm emergency plans, his experience of the storm and flood from within Charity, how he helped coordinate emergency care in the extended aftermath, and finally some of the issues involved with long-term planning for health care for the city.  At every step, the issues are overwhelming at best — but what struck me was his passionate and pointed arguments for medicine, good medical care, and services to the community.  He left me convinced that we need to rebuild a top-tier medical facility in this city, one that serves the poor within it, both because it draws good doctors to gain experience within it and because providing care to those who wouldn’t otherwise receive it is as important in this community as drinkable water and drivable streets.

A little over a week ago, the Schweitzer Fellows held our second symposium.  This one was on “The State of Health in Louisiana” and Dr. Larry Hollier, chancellor of LSU health sciences center (encompassing the training programs for all allied health fields at LSU), was one of the speakers.  His presentation was about the new LSU health sciences center — a center which is desperately needed, but is incredibly controversial in how it plays out.

The issue is that Louisiana’s doctors come from LSU graduates… by no small amount.  The physicians practicing in the State are close to retirement age by overwhelming numbers, and the physicians coming out of LSU are not the type to stick around and take their places.  Even before Katrina, LSU was seeing a substantial increase in the numbers of foreign-trained medical students who were ‘matched’ to attend LSU for their residencies — these are students who tend to go back to their home countries after residency.  There were also increases in ‘matches’ with students for whom LSU was not a top choice… indeed, has not been a first choice for many in recent years.  In addition to bringing in students who are not necessarily going to stick around… LSU has not been attracting the best talent, who are going to get picked up by the more desirable residency programs.  Post-Katrina, these enrollment numbers have been even more dire, suggesting that the outlook for Louisiana to have competent, young physicians to support the State’s medical needs into the future is grim.  Dr. Hollier argued that plans for a new science center were in place long before Katrina, and that the need for an expanded, updated center for treatment, training, and research was critical to the survival of health care in Louisiana.

And I believe him.

Don’t get me wrong: my impression of the guy was that we’d have some seriously different views on just about any medical or social issue… but the numbers and his argument was compelling.  More than that, it completed echoed my experience as a student: my peers don’t stay.  Heck, *I* am having trouble figuring out how we’re going to stay.  Even if Paul had gainful employment, the fact is that the research dollars to study health inequalities in our city don’t go to researchers in New Orleans.  If I want to stay involved in research here, it seems like I need to move to Chapel Hill or Ann Arbor or Boston or wherever in order to do it.  (I’ll save this rant for a later date.)

I think that we need a commitment to a new, state-of-the-art facility to attract new talent, house research programs, and rebuild health infrastructure in the city.

Dr. Hollier spoke ONLY of the LSU plans — NOT the combined VA plans.  In the LSU plan, only 33 homesites are impacted over an area that encompasses more empty parking lots than businesses or homes.  (The VA plan, as outlined in a wonderful advocacy website, impacts many more people and historical properities.)  He argued rationally that the Charity hospital building could not be retrofitted to the needs of the new center and any expansion did not include parking or other supportive infrastructure necessary for that sort of facility.  He suggested the renovation of Charity as apartments for residents.

Everything that I know about New Orleans and the way things work make me question people in power — question their motives, question their reasoning, wonder about what they haven’t considered.  (In contrast, it also has shown me that New Orleanians are some of the most change-resistant people on the planet… but possibly for good reason.)  Yet, I am compelled to WANT this new center.  I WANT a place where I can collaborate and build and learn and serve.  I’m EXCITED about the possibility of this center… it makes me want to be here, stay here, work here.

Those first couple of blocks closest to I-10?  The ones that are predominantly occupied by empty parking lots?  I can’t think of a better use than to build a new science center.

But.  The rest?  Well.  I’m uncertain about this.  Because I feel that Dr. Hollier would drive through a community like lower Mid-City and not see a community worth saving.  He wouldn’t necessarily see a pattern of New Orleans rolling over yet another predominantly African-American community for the sake of progress.  Or, maybe he would — maybe he would but he would argue it was necessary for the common good.  And sometimes?  Sometimes I believe in the common good, even if it stomps all over individual rights.  Early public health efforts involved holding people down for immunizations against their will… and that is WHY we were able to control disease.  Sometimes common good is a good answer.

BUT!  Common good should come out of insight and input from the community.  That’s what it’s all about. I’m not convinced that LSU are taking alternative plans seriously.  I don’t understand why the RMJM Hillier plan isn’t feasible and while I am not convinced it is the right place to go, I do think it signals to LSU that it needs to look for compromise.

And I’m worried that this will be locked in years of debate and at the end, the people of New Orleans will continue to suffer for lack of a comprehensive medical center and a generation of medical talent will slip through our fingers.

There is no easy answer here.  And I’m sort of all knotted up inside over it because it involves my field (public health) and my passion (community-level advocating/organizing) — with one tromping on the other in the name of common good.

Got anything good for this one, Louisiana Rebuilds Minute?  What website of yours solves this??

(If anyone still reading has thoughts, comments, insight, or ideas… I’d love to hear them.)

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March Just Posts

A good friend of ours is a Peace Corps volunteer in South Africa.  She doesn’t have a blog (despite my ardent encouragement and hopes of it, the remoteness of her assignment make it easier to simply send an email when possible) but when she writes, she does so with beauty and thoughtfulness and reflection.

Which is why I am posting a passage in one of her last email’s here.

I know that the tone of my letters and email about my time in South
Africa have been mostly up-beat and generally full of the anecdotes
and general hilarity that come with learning and blending with a new
culture as well as my usual crazy adventures.  All of these are very
accurate and quite true, but I think it is important for me to convey
that this is also only half the story.  The cultures of South Africa
tend to downplay things undesirable or possibly unbecoming, and there
is a very vibrant tradition of singing-through-the-tears.  It is easy
therefore, coupled with my personal mental default-setting being humor
rather then melancholy, to simply write my letters to those far away
about the superficial ups and downs of daily life without delving into
the harder daily experiences which are a communal understanding yet an
elephant-in-the-corner with my fellow PCVs and community members.

Therefore, in an effort to share some of the other realities of life
in South Africa, this is a little more about the situation and
community of which I am now a part.

I live in a village without a clinic.  It has one tar road, one shop
to get bread and a few other sundries, one ‘bottle shop’ for the
procurement of alcohol, and one primary school.  It has three
burial-grounds.  In a country where one in five people are
HIV-positive and upward of 95% have latent tuberculosis, this ratio of
cemeteries to services is far from uncommon.  About half of the
patients at my organization are wheelchair bound, yet we are located
off of a dirt road on uneven and rocky terrain – just like their
houses (if they one of the fortunate amongst our clients and have a
house).  My community members have lived their whole lives in full
visibility of the platinum mines and limestone quarries which produce
a sizable wealth for the upper-echelons of the country, but they will
never see even enough of that money to pay a visit to the private
hospital in Rustenburg (35 km away) to get the medications they need
when they are sick.  My host brother came home mad as hell on Friday
night – Good Friday – after witnessing a car accident in which six
people were injured because someone in a sports car going to the
largest casino on the continent (20 km away) wasn’t paying attention
when making a turn.  Two of those people will get the care they need,
and afterward make it to the near-by resort, the place where, if they
were lucky (not to mention survive the accident), the other four could
potentially get a job, but never afford to visit.  South Africa is a
place where the “first-world” and “third-world” sit in uneasy
juxtaposition.  Unlike where infrastructures are non-existent or there
is more homogeneity in the human condition, poor South Africans see
every day the things they will never have (there is no judgment in
that statement of who is worse off, it is just a thought on the range
of hardships being undertaken by different populations).

If you have read this far, thank you for humoring me.  Again, I am
always more then happy to talk more deeply about any of these subjects
or to entertain questions.  I also hope that it is understood that
these truths aren’t the only side of the story, either.  I am always
and continually amazed at the resilience people have to all that is
thrown at them.  South Africans sing, they sing a lot, but there are
also many tears.



I love the contrasts within her discussion and how they serve as a way to understand the human condition within — one school to three graveyards, affluence to poverty, accident to luck.  Reasons why, she argues, for there to be many tears — but also (and this is where I start to pull her words a little further) reasons why unrest, uprising, and violence may be not only common but justified in this type of environment.

One of my passions in public health is ecological research — or, literally, studies that look to how a total environment (particularly social environment) impacts health.  This mode of research is still quite new, but exploratory studies suggest that when great divisions in wealth and poverty exist within a community, everyone within it experiences less optimal health.  In short, what we are starting to understand (at least, scientifically) is that common good benefits everyone.  It doesn’t take a lot of thought, then, to see why staying in Louisiana is important to me, at least, as a scientist.

This month’s Just Posts give fuel to the common good fire — and, as always, do so in varied and inspirational ways.  Giving props to corporations moving to fair trade products, discussing the importance of math and realities of education in poor regions of the world, illustrating the connection between cheap and available produce to labor exploitation, celebrating notable “Days” in March with personal stories and insight.

Thank you, readers and writers!  And please please — if you read something this month that inspires and informs and would be perfect for the next roundtable, send it on!

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Alejna, my JP accomplice, has words of wisdom with the list, as well as lyrics and performance of the very song whose lyrics graced the wall above my desk through college and at least three jobs (as if I needed more evidence of how much she rocks?!) — please stop over and say hello!

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    Close to Home and Far Away… a mid-week mood lifter




    “Stand by Me” performed by musicians around the world from SKAT on Vimeo.

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    It will only take a moment.

    And it will mean so much.

    Help me give beautiful portraits to families who have no means to make a photographic record of their memories.  Please help me make this dream of giving back a reality!

    HERE IS WHAT YOU NEED TO DO …

    Go here.  This is my “idea” — my dream assignment.

    Register. (Click “register” in the box on the top right.)

    Check your email, click through the verification to bring you back to the website.

    Find my “idea”. Either by going directly back to my “idea” page, OR, by searching on my “name” — coldspaghetti.

    Once you are on my Idea Page, click the yellow “PIC” box.  It is to the left of the assignment description, under the number of votes.  It will change from “PIC” to “PIC’D” which means that you have successfully voted for me.

    Then leave me a message so I know you’ve voted. (This part makes me feel less insecure gives me warm fuzzies.)

    Extra bonus step… Spread the word to your friends, family, students, co-workers, kids, neighbors, mailman, hairdresser… and ask them to vote, too!

    THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!


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    Just Posts for a Just World: February 2009

    Here in New Orleans, February was Carnival month. It’s the best and worst of life each day here, but somehow the dichotomies are heightened during Carnival. The joy coupled with the danger, the opulence and the excess, the celebrations and the hangovers.

    Just Posts follow suit this month with a wide range of issues, views, expressions, and topics. There are poems, lists, rants, and realizations. Every one represents a piece to a larger puzzle, a few stitches in the tapestry of our world.


    Before the list, though, I have a favor. I have submitted an entry to win my Dream Photography Assignment. In short, my dream is to have the funds to return to impoverished areas where I have worked in the past with the goal of providing portraiture photography to the families living there and then giving them copies of the photographs. It is a gift that I always try to give, but due to time constraints, logistics of travel, print availability, and cost — one that I am rarely able to do. In the few times when I’ve brought back a photo, I have been intimately moved by the response. So much so that doing this on a larger scale remains one of my fondest dreams. While there are opportunities for photographers to pitch assignments to document poverty, photograph landscapes, and capture everyday life — there are few (if any) funding opportunities for photographers to simply give back.

    I am hoping you will help me. I’m hoping you will vote and spread the word for others to do the same. The ideas with the top 20 votes will be judged by a panel — and I need your help to get in that top 20.

    Please consider visiting the site and putting in a vote for my dream.

    And finally. Thank you thank you thank you for reading, nominating, and writing…

    Our Readers:

    Bon
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    Our Writers:

    Amy at Je Ne Regrette Rien with A Day With Fibromyalgia and This Angel Needs SOLE.

    Jen at One Plus Two with En Route and Welcome to the Jungle.

    Thordora at Spin Me I Pulsate with When a Man Wants to Murder a Tiger…

    Bon at cribchronicles with More.

    Angela at Letters from usedom with We are in the Middle of Something New, I was given a beautiful award, and Tapestry of Life.

    Reya at The golden puppy with Money Changes Almost Everything, Past Present and Future, and Right or Wrong.

    Julochka at Moments of Perfect Clarity with School is Cool.

    Hummingbird at Hummingbird with Friend, stop a moment.

    Deborah at What if with What a Wonderful World and My Dear Valentine.

    Peter at The Buddha Diaries with Film Review: Wheel of Time, Another much bigger ethical conundrum, and Post-Racial.

    Third story at Three Stories High with Kites on a Corner.

    Elder woman at Elderwomanblog with Just One Shift.

    Jarret at Creature of the shade with Stay or go.

    Maggie Dammit at Violence Unsilenced with The Beginning.

    Erika at Be Gay About It with Violence unsilenced.

    Em at Social Justice Soapbox with Take Action: Responding to the Victorian bushfires.

    Susie J with Grow and Garden and Share.

    girlgriot at If you want kin, you must plan kin with How now, Juan? and To B(oycott) or not to B(oycott).

    la loca at baggage carousel 4 with  wrong reason, right vote.

    Thailand Chani at Finding My Way Home with Jiho.

    One Year to Change the World with To bin or not to bin and The Age of Noisy Altruism.

    Brigitte Knudson with Education Stimulus: What America Really Needs.

    Neil of Citizen of the Month with My Once A Year Jewish Rant.

    Alejna’s conversation is up and singing, too!

    If you’ve nominated or written for this month, please feel free to copy the button to your website. If you want more information about Just Posts, check out the Just Posts Page.

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    January Just Posts

    Welcome to Just Posts!

    Just Posts monthly round table began two years ago by Jen at One Plus Two and Mad at Under the Mad Hat.  This month marks the first (the inaugural, perhaps?) round table hosted here and at Collecting Tokens, by my co-conspirator, Alejna.  She and I share the belief that reading, thinking, and writing are partners which lead to positive action.  I find inspiration, ideas, motivation, and reason within the Just Posts and give great thanks to the readers, writers, and contributors.

    Please take a moment to read some of this month’s posts.  The topics include poverty in Bangladesh, U.S. politics, conflict in the Middle East, discussions and ideas for giving, racial stereotyping, gender roles in parenting, environmental change…  and more.  If you visit a post, please take a moment to comment; a small way of letting others know what you are reading, thinking, writing, and even doing?  We want to hear all about it…

    The January Just Posts Roundup:

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    Pleas for Posts to Please, Please.

    What posts did you read during the month of January that made you more aware, more informed, or more moved about our world?

    Alejna and I are kicking off our first Just Posts Roundtable… and actively requesting links to posts!  Here’s the jist: posts on personal blogs that make the world a little smaller, brighter, better.  They could have environmental insight, show passion for health, take a stand on inequality, tackle the global economy, address community violence, debate a solution to a pressing problem, or highlight a person or organization that deserves a little attention… you get the idea.

    Just Posts for a Just World.

    Have something in mind?  Submit it to the monthly roundtable: justpostsroundtable at gmail dot com.  Need more information?  There is a permanent page up with the 4-1-1.

    Send in submissions by Saturday (February 7th) to be included in the Roundtable post on Tuesday, February 10th.  Nominators get a nod for reading and sending submissions and writers get a nod for writing.

    Thanks to everyone and happy reading!

    And extra thanks to Jen, Mad & Su!

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    I tried my best.

    Yesterday, I tried to do my civic duty to teach my kids about Martin Luther King Day and about the historic event of this Tuesday’s inauguration.

    Or, rather, I showed Will a clip of the “I Have a Dream” speech.  Response: “Mommy, it looks… old.”  There was another comment, something related to the word “bored” but I’ve blocked it from memory.  We’re focusing on the positive in the Cold Spaghetti household.

    Later, after a short description of what will happen tomorrow, I read the kids a book about the Office of President of the United States.

    Okay.  What ACTUALLY happened was that I prepared to read them a book about being President.  Then I  waited on Kate while she went through the book herself, refused to share, and spent 2 minutes in time out after she ran away with the book shouting “WILL CAN’T SEE MY BOOK!”   Eventually we all sat down together to read it.

    Little Betty Lou from Sesame Street sees the Big Black Car of the President go by and she dreams about all the things she would do if she were President.

    Like give speeches to the United Nations.

    And fly in Air Force One.

    And work in the Oval Office.

    And attend the Easter Egg Rolling on the White House Lawn.

    And have a penis.

    You think I’m joking, but I’m pretty sure I added that last part in, just to make sure they were listening.  And also because we’re all about honesty in this household.

    But you know, maybe I’m wrong.  Granted, I’ve felt strongly that we would see an African American man as President before we’d see a woman in the same role.  But it happened so soon, and for a man who is approaching the Presidency from a rational perspective.  It’s wonderful and overwhelming and unbelievable. So unbelievable that everyone seems to believe that this IS a point of change, and that tomorrow, anything is possible.

    I wanted my kids to understand that.

    Instead, Will asks, “Mommy, is tomorrow a school day?”

    “Yes, it is.  But when you come home, we’ll watch the new President speak on the computer.”

    “Okay.  But can we play Lego Star Wars first?”

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